Page 152 of Candy & Her Saints

Hell, I know that look.

He’s really going there.

Lincoln tugs harder on Thomas’ hair, baring his neck.

Thomas allows it.

Lincoln rewards him by sucking a deep kiss down Thomas’ scent gland. He always did like breaking rules, conventions, Alphas.

Thomas looks half broken by the rough kisses down his bared neck already. He’s vibrating with tension and doesn’t appear to know what to do with his hands. He’s impossibly hard in his tight suit trousers.

Lincoln shoots me a smug look that’s all devil, before sliding his hand down to the front of Thomas’ trousers and palming his cock through the expensive material.

Thomas lets out a desperate moan.

“Can you kneel for a Beta as well as you just did for an Omega?” Lincoln rumbles deeply into Thomas’ ear, never letting up on his harsh rubbing of Thomas’ cock. “Are your pretty Alpha lips any good for sucking as well as speechifying?”

Thomas’ eyes flash. “Shall we see, love?”

Lincoln shoves Thomas to his knees roughly. But then, Thomas doesn’t become any less hard in his trousers. He kneels with his hands on his lap.

In fact, his cheeks flush darker.

“Only…” Thomas looks like he’s struggling to get out the words. Lincoln wrenches Thomas’ face closer to his crotch and rubs his nose against his trousers in a move meant to dominate, “I wouldn’t do this for any Beta. I would for you.”

Lincoln slowly pulls Thomas back. “Me?”

Thomas drops his gaze, fiddling with the hem of his jacket. “This is a first for me.”

Lincoln gentles his hold on Thomas’ hair, stroking it back into place like Thomas likes it.

It reminds me of the familiar rituals in the morning, where Lincoln does up Thomas’ tie for him or kneels to buff the shine on his shoes.

Except, Thomas is the one who’s kneeling now.

I can feel both Thomas’ nerves through the bond but also, how turned on he is. Simultaneously, the bond allows me to sense how touched Lincoln is that Thomas would share his submission with him alone.

That he’ll share his first time with him.

Of course, Lincoln doesn’t say that out loud.

Instead, he pets Thomas’ hair, at the same time that he says, cockily, “You’re going to make me come before your virgin mouth has even touched me, saying things like that, peacock.”

Lincoln undoes his suit trousers and pulls out his thick cock, which is already hard.

I bet it hardened the moment that he bared Thomas’ neck…and Thomas let him.

“Fuck, it looks a lot bigger from down here,” Thomas grumbles.

“Welcome to the world of Omegas.” I arch my brow. “Now you know how I feel.”

See, karma strikes again.

Lincoln slaps his cock against Thomas’ cheek, reveling in having his Alpha boss on his knees.

Thomas narrows his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll coach you.” Lincoln traces his thumb over Thomas’ lips, before encouraging them open. “A Beta must always support their Alpha.”

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